As night draws in
The treetops ring
With ancient hymns;
As choir birds sing
Their offering
To Mother Maker Love.
All the birds
Of the wood
Singing songs of joy
And songs of peace
To Greater Good.
At the break
Of morning light
Again the choir sings;
A song of thanks
For how they made it
Through the night.
And within their melody
Love sings a song
Gently Over me
One that soothes my soul,
Returns my breath
And makes me whole.
